Sasageyo Aot Novels & Stories

“Especially if he’s not bright.” “I’m not stupid,” I growl. I hear a collective gasp and the forest goes quiet. “Kieran’s wolf Samson has been going feral. He’s a bit short-tempered, but I assure you that he’s not slow. He’s just never met any of the fae before. So, will you introduce your group Firo?” Reagan says. A small little ...sprite flits forward. “I am Firo,” he says formally as if he’s some sort of royal. Maybe he is. How the hell would I know? He crosses his arm over his body and bows.

"You should be very clear about the Sage's true objective!" Roxy remained calm. "Ashton, you previously used your influence in the criminal underworld to take down Summit Lounge and Summit Beauty. Why are you acting like I'm not allowed to work with the Sage? "Let me give you one last reminder. You can't defeat him. He's far more terrifying than you imagine!" Ashton swallowed his anger. "What you do is none of my business, but you absolutely cannot take Celia to the Sage's 80th birthday celebration. Do you understand that or not?"

Inside my mind, Sage erupted with excitement, her voice echoing loudly. "Mine! Mate!" she shouted, her usual composure completely gone. She was practically swooning over Rolo, her emotions flooding into me in a dizzying rush. "He's here! Our mate!" she cooed, filled with joy. A pang of frustration hit Sage as we realised I couldn't shift to join him; the circumstances wouldn't allow it.

The moment Yang Xiao arrived at the airport, the Japanese Sword Sage had already received the news. "What! Yang Xiao is really here? So soon?" the Japanese Sword Sage exclaimed. "Yes, Sword Sage, if you really can't do it, you can go first! These days, Katou Hui has been consuming a lot of the divine spring, which has exceeded our expectations. It's okay!" The voice came from the phone. However, the Japanese Sword Sage was so enraged that he nearly crushed his mobile phone.

Sage can handle themselves, but they are demisexual and don’t react well to crossed boundaries. “I… I don’t think that’s necessary.” Leo blinked, as shocked as me, when Sage turned and smirked instead of hitting the person. They were too far away to hear what was being said, but I feel Sage isn’t in danger. ‘Go meet Leo’s dad. I… I just found my mate. So I might be a bit.’ Sage advised through our link. ‘Holy SHIT! Way to go!’ I shouted back, happy for them. No more being the seventh wheel in our family.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

Gabby's voice dropped to a whisper so her son wouldn't hear her but her words were harsh. "Just put the monkshood in his lotion or some shit. Then when he's dead, give me the evidence and replace his stuff. Make it look used so they won't question it," Ace said the words as if he were planning out his dinner menu. At least I now knew what he bought the monkshood for. "It's not that easy," Gabby seethed, "what if Rhys touches it? I wouldn't know what to do." Ace let out a sound that resembled a growl at the thought, "If he lays one more finger on him I swear..."

Aito knew Yeo-sang would never hit him anyway. Yeo-sang was taller and stronger than Aito. With golden blonde hair and cold dark eyes. He came from a long line of soldiers and his father was currently a General. He grew up in the army barracks but refused to join the army when he came of age. Instead, he ran off to high school and joined a volleyball team. Yeo-sang had never lost a match in his life till he met Aito.